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Jonathan told me about this, and I thought it was rather funny and scary.

Chris

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I wish I wasn't broke as all hell 'cause I'm bummed that I missed the fun in the sun! Sounds like the wedding was grand and that Greg ended it all with a wonderful story. I'm sorry I missed everyone but hopefully I'll be able to catch up with some you again soon.

I'm working pretty much none stop right now at an Italian Restaurant. Currently serving but will be bartending as of next week. That's my wonderful Notre Dame education getting put to work...along with half a Masters Degree! The money is ok. It's near McMaster University here in Hamilton so we get a good group of people running through the place. Last night I made $130 in tips alone!!!

I booked the weekend of November 21, 22, 23 off for the final Notre Dame Football game. I"m undecided whether I'll actually go, or just take a road trip somewhere. My lady friend Nicole wants to go back to Chicago sometime so we might just do that instead!

Anyways fellas, once again sorry I missed everyone. Congrats to Anthony (and Greg apparently). And lets try and keep on this thing a bit longer. We effing suck sometimes on keeping up with news on one another so lets give it another shot.

Peace Easy....

Ax

Nice Try

Dude - The blog is so dead.

Anyway - I think she wanted to get on Greg because he looks like Kevin Heffernan from Super Troopers.

Don't do it!

Chris,

The blog is NOT dead. I read your story and was entraced...even though you had told it to me the day before. Also, I know Rowlands read it because he called to ask me what I said to Greg's beloved. By the way, I will only reveal what I said to her at Greg's wedding...to her. I can only image what their conversation went like:

Greg: So, you're a gate agent.
Her: Yep.
Greg: Well...I'm a special agent
Her: I want you on me.

Later dudes!
Jonathan

You Suck

You guys suck - not one comment or post this week in response to Greg's story (not even from Greg). It's official, the Blog is dead. Unless I can think of good reason why not to, the Blog will officially close its doors a week from today.

A Weekend to Revive the Blog

Well the Blog has been close to dead lately, but I'm hoping that Anthony's wedding provides the spark needed to revive it. First and foremost, I want to say how kick-ass Anthony's wedding was - for most of the ceremony and reception he had the biggest smile on his face (Hannah looked pretty happy as well). The reception was amazing and had everything a Yankee like me could want from a Southern wedding: It was outside, there were trees with Spanish moss, there were country songs, we drank from flasks, and there were sparklers. The night was capped off by a fire at Anthony's mom's place. Greg and Jonathan got us lost and almost shot, but luckily we made it.

What may be the most memorable story or perhaps the most unexpected story from the weekend actually happened in the airport on Sunday. Jonathan had the earliest flight (well except for Ted, but he was on his own). So Greg, Molly, and I returned the rental car and went to wait in the airport. Greg paid $50 to change his flight to an earlier time, which meant he would be flying on the same flight as Molly and I on the connection to Alanta, but he wasn't given a seat assignment (this information is important later). We got through security and actually saw Jonathan before his flight took off. Jonathan, being recently married, noted that the ticket agent at the gate was attractive, Greg concurred (since I'm deeply in love with Molly, Jonathan and Greg had to inform me that she was blonde and curvy in all the right places). This was the very ticket agent that Greg was going to have to get his seat assignment from. As Jonathan was in line to board, Greg and I waved goodbye (in a totally straight way). Jonathan motioned to Greg that he was going to put in a good word for him with the ticket agent (this was retribution for Greg's lack of game with a single bridesmaid). Greg, being a man that has seen war, was not at all intimidated by this (well, actually I think he started sweating from fear/excitement). As Jonathan boarded the plane, he said a few words to the ticket agent and pointed to Greg. She smiled and Greg shrunk in fear thinking "What did Jonathan say to her?" (Possible things Jonathan said - "see that guy, he's hung like a horse/gerbil" or "see that guy, he'll pay for sex" or "see that guy, he's my boyfriend")

After the flight was boarded, Greg had to go over to get his seat assignment. Filled with so many emotions, he walked over to the counter. Molly and I (mostly I) tried not to stare at the exchange, but one thing was clear to hear - the giggling of the ticket agent. Greg returned after 5 minutes of obvious flirting uttering the words "I'm in first class." Having seen Greg's lack of game, I was amazed. What did Jonathan say to her? Greg said she would not tell him. I didn't think much more about the exchange. That is until the ticket agent comes over the intercom announcing that the flight to Atlanta is overbook (yes, the very same flight she just gave Greg a seat on). She offered $400 and a free lunch to anyone willing to change flights. Greg, feeling somewhat responsible for this, went back to talk to the ticket agent (taking a break from watching the OC). Giggling and flirting quickly ensued. Molly discretely checked the action and reported that they were definitely hitting it off. Apparently, the ticket agent was "presenting" to Greg (presenting = leaning over the counter towards him with her chest prominently displayed). This time the conversation lasted roughly 10 minutes. Greg came over with a ear-to-ear grin on his face and reported that he was going out to lunch. "You took the later flight?" I asked. Greg quickly replied that he was on his original flight, $350 richer and was taking the ticket agent out to lunch. Was this a movie? No, this really happened. Upon later reports from Greg, she took him to a nearby Cuban restaurant followed by Coffee and a romantic walk around a nearby lake. She even tried to get on the flight to Atlanta just to spend more time with Greg. This is Greg's story, but I find it equally plausible that she took him to her apartment and had her way with him (Get your tickets for flights to Tallahassee in 6 months for the shotgun wedding).

Where Greg's romance takes him from here, I have no idea, but rest assured that this story will be preserved forever on the Blog.

I expect comments to flood in.

Chris